Oct. 21st, 2012

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I'm sill in bed now with the laptop trying to decide what I want to do. I'm not sure I'm interested in going out to brunch. If I am, I'm not sure where. I would like to get to Trader Joe's in the next few days but I can go tomorrow - I need a couple of things at Fred Meyers which is very close. So I can do all that after swimming tomorrow.

My main computer - the desktop - in the living room - needs attention. It's not recognizing the usb mouse or the usb keyboard so I need to figure out what's going on there. I'd like to avoid completely redoing that computer.

The kitchen is kind of a mess. I have plenty of food here for breakfast, lunch and/or dinner.

There's a soccer game this evening in the stadium across the street. So, going out, in the car, this afternoon is not wise.

I think today is a stay in day. But not a stay in bed day... I'm getting up now. First the computer project.
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Once the staying in decision was made, the rest went swimmingly. Computer fixed with a minimum of futzing. Kitchen cleaned up. Then I decided I wanted breakfast so I made some and cleaned up again after. I sewed some patches onto my hoodie-of-all-t-shits yesterday but I did not like the position of one of them so I ripped it off and sewed it on in a different place. Much better.

It is so amazingly wonderful to have eyes that can easily read Chuck Lorre's vanity cards at the end of his sitcoms and - with those same eyes - no glasses at all - easily thread a needle. The bill for my part of the cataract surgery came yesterday ($754 - there will be another $150 from the anesthesiologist next month). I am happy to pay it.

Oh and I rearranged the fish bed with a blanket and foam back thing so that I can easily plop up there with my book on a whim and enjoy a few minutes or a few hours being watched over fish. In the Summer it's too warm in that spot but from now til June, it's perfection.


Before I started this morning, I picked out a symphonic classical music station on Pandora and piped it out of the Squeezebox radio so it has a beautiful, rich sound. I've enjoyed it enormously.

But, I keep having flashbacks of my music appreciation teacher who was an old prune who clearly enjoyed music and was totally incapable of getting us to do so. She used to play classical music for us and then sit there with her eyes closed and enjoy it herself while we wrote notes to each other.

Brooke who sat next to me sent me a note saying she looked like she was having an orgasm. I was probably 15 at the time and an excruciatingly naive with exactly zero sexual experience. I had never heard the word orgasm before so for many years I equated orgasm with withered up old ladies and boring music. For the life of me, I could not figure out why everyone worked so hard to experience it.

Betty has a new favorite spot for when I am in my orange chair (which I do a lot of computing and TV watching)

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